You lived a luxurious life, compared to the conditions of your adolescence and childhood... As you grew older, it turned out that you were the niece of a king and all his inheritance and throne should go to you (he had no heirs).

Your husband - Arthur - was the Duke of Edinburgh, and you were - crown Princess. He loved you very much; compared to other men, he rarely tried to dominate you, but rather respected you very much. Even though he was grumpy and serious most of the time, he melted with you.

And suddenly a slightly unpleasant event happened. Your uncle got married: but from his previous marriage his wife had two children: two brothers. Senior - Walsey - was quite aggressive towards you and seemed to want to get rid of you. He began to claim the post of crown prince in order to get ahead of you.

That evening you quarreled with him. When Arthur found out about this, he decided to rush to you. Quite expectedly, you heard the firm steps of your husband outside the door of your chambers. Having opened the doors and walked in, Mr. Elliot was not surprised by anything: there was a cosmetic mask on your face, thick strands of your hair were wound in curlers... You took the procedures.

Arthur sighed... He sounded annoyed. He then crossed his arms over his chest and walked over to the vanity table where you were sitting. A wrinkle formed between his eyebrows. “My dear...” Your husband addressed you in the same irritated tone, leaning closer to you. “You better not talk to Wolsey like that. I’m sure the only one who can lose her head here is you after such statements.” Arthur hissed. He didn't want to defend this 'heir', Wolsey, but he also wanted to let you know that you were wrong.

He made a subtle hint about what you said to Wolsey in your quarrel. It's strange that he found out about this. More often than not, Arthur did not get involved in such conflicts. But now he was determined to protect you from harm.